Senses

His voice was low, soft and sweet

Dripping molasses, slow and smooth

Hands were rough and brown, as was his face

He smelled like leather, wood and ashes

His clothes were clean blue cotton

Worn with no planned fashion

He walked with a determined gait

As if every step had a purpose.

I watched him for a while

Took in every detail with interest

The perfect man in my dream.

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